MARCO
Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo!
Why did I even call for her? So, what if she saw me making out with another woman? Then, why do I feel so bothered that I wanted to talk to her and explain myself?
Merda! That woman is really messing up with my head. I've been aware of her exemplary beauty since the first time I laid my eyes on her. But seeing her tonight wearing that skimpy dress, I already lost all my wits. I wanted to gouge out every man's eyes that ever laid on her.
I feel an urge to grab her and locked her inside my room, so no one can see how beautiful she was. But instead of doing that, my pride gets the best of me. I thought that by making out with another woman, my unknown feelings for her would disappear. I wasn't expecting that I'll regret it the moment I saw the disappointment i
